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The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason

This book delves into the complex relationship between religion and terrorism, exploring how religious beliefs can contribute to acts of violence and the future of rational thought in the face of such challenges. more

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Sam Harris
Sam Harris

Sam Harris is an American author, philosopher, and neuroscientist known for his work on atheism, rational thinking, and the scientific method. Born on April 9, 1967, Harris graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles with a Bachelor's degree in cognitive psychology. His writings, including 'Free Will', 'The End of Faith', and 'The Knowledge Problem', have sparked widespread debate around the world. Harris is also the host of several podcasts and television shows, including 'Sam Harris Podcast' and 'Waking Up with Sam Harris'. more

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“Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”

“I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.”

“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”

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